Hi. This is my first ever fanfiction

To begin, I plan to make this fanfiction into a trilogy, whereupon each part would have a different central focus. For example, the main focus of this section is the history and journey of a number of key characters, such as Lorian and Arabella.

That is, have you ever wondered if Lorian was always that cold and distant from others around him, or was this attitude only an act for when he was on duty? Did we really have enough time to focus on him as a character, or did we only see him as a leader? Do you think he would have had a different personality if the fate of the world wasn't on his shoulders? Does he have any friends? If so, do you really believe that he would continuously act so superior and distant in front of them? What about his confusing appearance? How does he view himself (male, female, both?) And finally, what about his family? We are told next to nothing about them.

What about Arabella? What do we know of her background?

Therefore, since we know so little about both of the characters I think there's quite a bit of room for me to be inventive with them. Although I shall be keeping as close to the books as possible, be warned that I'm trying to go beyond it a bit, where tiny things might have to be adjusted slightly.

I will attempt to answer these questions...

Disclaimer= Sadly I do not own the Guardian's of time Trilogy (sob)

Enjoy.

Prologue – A glimpse

He began to step gracefully down the glamorous stairway. His long garments of pure white, silver and gold swept the ground as they glistened magnificently against his glossy skin. He knew he was the envy of all the guests below; men and women alike. Among his generation, he knew he was the purest, as well as the most beautiful; more stunning even than Aphrodite's daughter Harmonia, his beloved cousin. Still, he kept his eyes down, diverting his gaze from the large crowd that awaited his presence until he reached the centre of the swerving staircase. Placing one hand upon the column he waved once to the attendants of the hall, for the benefit of both mortals and immortals alike, before once more beginning his descent. His brother and sister, he had noted, were already seated amongst the other immortals, his family members. Sitting, in particular, beside their mother and father who sat regally at the head of the table, they watched him joyfully. Similarly, gazing up at him proudly, he had observed tears in his parents' eyes at the sight of him, as all that they had hoped to achieve to make had now become a reality. He gave a small smile, feeling special, important and loved, whilst knowing that the celebration would only begin when he took his seat by his father's side.

A sudden ache of loneliness penetrated his heart once again. He sighed inwardly. He had everything that he had ever needed in the long years that he had been alive, yet he still felt lonely; incomplete somehow. In need of someone to love him for who he was. Someone who was willing to accept his rebellious nature, as well as his family's identity and his future role in life. That was when he lifted his gaze and saw her; standing at the bottom of the staircase surrounded with strangely dressed strangers, clearly not from this time. Although he felt a weak pull to some of the group, and an even stronger pull towards the tall male with familiar long hair, his mind, for now, revolved completely around her.

As he focused his gaze, he observed that icy shards decorated her fine features as her dark hair curled in ringlets down the side of her face. Her eyelashes were dark and mysterious; her eyes a deep pool of blue, holding his piercing gaze effectively. Her lips, almost blue with the cold, highlighted her heart shaped face in a glorious light. Smirking slightly when she caught him staring at her so openly, she pushed him slightly, mentally. Upon the feel of such a rare gift, for members outside his family, he raised his eyebrows in near disbelief at her level of power and sighed. Her. Her. Her… She must be the one I need to make me whole…

He stared at her then, and thought her an angel. His angel; sent to rescue him from the overwhelming loneliness and the constant pressure of his mother's impatient desire for him to marry. His angel. She was standing just below him, her eyes locked with his and smiling shyly, eyes clearly relieved to see him. He thought that she was so different to other girls his age, or, all those who appeared to be his age. Where they'd normally leap and fuss all around him, eager to fulfil his every whim and demand, begging to be his immortal partner and face the weight of the world together, she stood shyly and unsurely away, brushing back her hair, as if she didn't think she was worth his time, while respecting his privacy and personal space. Maybe she was waiting for him to come to her…

He smiled, heart thumping and playing a musical wonder. He couldn't wait to see his mothers face when he told her. No, he decided smugly, that would be too simple. Too easy… What she deserved to see was him sealing their bond with his immortal lips. Won't she be surprised? As he continued to stare, his mind still fixated on the strangeness of her and her party's clothes. What are these oddities that they are wearing? They do not resemble anything that I have seen before. Do they not come from his time? His heart missed a beat. Why do they appear to be tired and worn? Why do they seem so unorganised and disoriented? Why do they appear so confused by their surroundings? Do they not know what day this is? Who all these important people are –or were? Do they even know who I am? What I am?

And as he walked down the last of the steps, he approached her and the group of weirdly dressed strangers. He almost glided the last few steps that separated them from each other; his face portrayed a handsome confidence as his skin began to slightly glow in anticipation, as he was eager to demonstrate to her –them – just who he was and what he could offer her -them. He stood in front of them. By now, everyone who had been previously seated had their vivid eyes set upon them and were shocked – some even openly outraged- by the strangers' interruption of such an important event. He ignored all this and spoke formally, his voice full with pure and musical melodies that seemed to dance around the room. Finally, he addressed the girl with strange icicles decorating her beautiful features.

"Welcome to our home. Excuse someone for not attending to you, as you can see by our special garments we are in the middle of a celebration. I see you are not from around here. Perhaps not even from this time. Tell me, what is your purpose for visiting us this day? I am sure that we are all curious to know. "

She took a deep breath before taking charge. Her eyes were full of emotions; speaking happily, tearful and gravely all at once.

"You."

He never recalled their visit. It was not meant to be remembered. If it was, this is what would have been officially recorded as the first official meeting.

(A.N. So what did you think?)